Archive for December 2nd, 2002

I just cut myself a big slice of triple chocolate birthday cake and took a nice big bite, nearly completed swallowing it but then started to gag. The cake was all moldy inside! It’s only been four days and it’s moldy already?! What kind of cruel joke is this? Taught me a lesson for life though: sometimes when you go to eat your birthday cake four days later it’ll be moldy inside and you’ll get a mouthful of nasty moldy cake, ruining everything. Uhm, wait a second. Well anyway, Iím still gagging, going to wash my mouth out again.

This weekend was so broken. All of the grand plans went straight down the toilet. Just like the healthy craps I’m almost able to have. The plans consisted of a party Friday, a Keoki show Saturday, a birthday party taking place the entire weekend and anything else that would fit in.

All the disappointment started Friday. I was visiting my grandpa because he wasn’t able to make Thanksgiving with every one else on Thursday. On the way back from his house, I learn the party in Detroit got cancelled. This wasn’t all bad, as I was considering other things for the night, but it still manages to capture the theme of the weekend. After learning of the cancellation, I begin the backup plan preparations. But, uh-oh, I’m unable to reach anybody. I’m left with leaving messages and waiting. And waiting. Waiting. I hang out at my parent’s house until they get sick of me sitting there.

This is getting long. I’ll make it shorter. We didn’t make it to the Keoki show because of weather and my inability to drive myself anyfuckinwhere. I didn’t make it to any of the birthday party because I can’t drive myself anyfuckinwhere and all of my friends are either lazy, unreachable or too far away. I didn’t leave my house from Friday night to now, aside from a trip to the dumpster and the gym. This is what I did do: Murder By Numbers, classic boxing matches, Die Hard 2, two football games, It Could Happen To You, SNL, a couple of Elvis movies, Species, Tremors and some other extremely memorable things that I can’t remember.